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(c) 2004 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
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This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to
read this story. This story contains adult situations and sexual content.
If subject matter of this type offends please DO NOT read any further.
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The New School (Chapter 3)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

A voice seemed to come from far away. Steven tried to paw through the
spider webs of sleep to reach it, but it seemed so far away. It was the
cool touch of fingers on his face and chest, his sides, his hips, that
pulled him slowly awake. He blinked at the sunlight streaming in through
the blinds of his window. A fog seemed to weigh down his thoughts. It took
him a few seconds to recognize nurse Craft leaning over him.

"I thought that you might still be a little out of it this morning." She
smiled. "How are you feeling?"

All the saliva in his mouth seemed to have dried up over night. He mumbled
after the first few attempts failed, "Thirsty."

Nurse Craft gave a tittering laugh and went to his little restroom to get
him some water. She helped him sit up and drink some, but their wasn't
much.

"Can I have some more?"

"I'm sorry Steven but you'll have to wait for Dr. Yates to say it's okay."
She said.

When a little of the fog had lifted and he felt that he could move without
help, nurse Craft help him slide on a robe and slippers and led him from
the room. Wrapping an arm around his, the nurse turned him towards the
main stairs. He figured that they would just go down the stairs right by
his room but for some reason they weren't. He was about to ask when she
seemed to read his mind. "We're going to go down the main stairs and over
the walks. You still seem to be a little out of it, so it's just safer
than trying to squeeze down that little stairwell." Some part of his mind
said this made sense, but another part was protesting about something.
Wandering down, through the throngs of girls moving things into their new
rooms, he knew he should of felt something, but the haze was holding
everything else at bay.

He didn't care about all the stares he was getting as they walked down the
hall. Or the potential show he was putting on as he stumbled down the
stairs to the common room. He heard people call to the nurse and saw her
wave to some of them, but it was all surreal. Like it was happening to
someone else and he was just watching it. If it was him, he would have
been appalled to be walking around in just a bathrobe in a girls
dormitory, but luckily it wasn't him. Some part of his mind was yelling at
him that that made no sense, but he couldn't listen , he had to focus all
his attention on putting one foot in front of the other.

The cool brisk air wafting up his robe and over his face seemed to wash
some of the clinging spider webs away. Suddenly, that part of his brain
yelling at him seemed to be making a hell of a lot more sense. As he
snapped an arm across his waist to keep his robe closed against the wind,
he distinctly wished his return to sanity could have waited just another
five minutes; then he would have been in the medical center and could have
tried to delude himself into believing that none of this was real.

Again the yard was full of girls, most of whom seemed to believe that a
boy in a bathrobe walking across campus was worth watching. In fact, one
of them seemed to think that is was worth inquiring about because she just
came walking up to them.

"Hi," She said to both of them then looked to nurse Craft, "the coach
wants to know if he'll be able to come to practice today."

"Hi, Sam." The nurse smiled.

"Sam," Steven looked the girl over, "isn't that a boys name?"

Sam smiled, her bright eyes and freckles adding to her fiery appearance,
"It's short for Samantha." She swept a couple of long red strands from her
face and said, "Just call me Sam, I like it better." Steven nodded without
thinking; it was still a little hard to do.

"Tell Mrs. Danvers that he won't be able to make it today dear, but he
should be fine for tomorrow."

"All right." She nodded, then winked at Steven, "See ya'."

Nurse Craft pulled him along and he soon found himself in an examination
room, bereft of robe and any semblance of modesty, waiting for part two of
his physical.

Dr. Yates appeared a few minutes after the last of the haze had faded
away. She was wearing a very short black mini and a tight short sleeve
white blouse. Her harsh clinical attitude of the day before seemed
replaced with a friendly feminine demeanor.

"So Steven, how are you feeling today?" The doctor asked with a smile, her
hazel eyes flickered with amusement.

"Umm ... fine. Thank you ma'am." Steven stuttered while doing his best to
conceal as much as possible. Even though she had seen him in the all
natural yesterday, it didn't change the fact that he was nude in front of
her again today.

"Well today we have a few more tests for you." Grabbing his arm and
helping him from the table she said, "Follow me." Doctor Yates led him
into a back room. It had some of the equipment you'd find in a standard
gym, except for the little electrodes hanging from various parts waiting
to be attached. She had Steven stand on the treadmill and started
connecting the little caps to him in various places. The gel she put on
first was really cold, then she would place the little caps on top of the
gel and then tape it in place. After about ten or fifteen of these from
inner thigh (which started it's own reaction) to chest, she had him start
a slow run. It wasn't fast enough to really take any strength, but the
embarrassment was pretty bad. Steven could feel and see his parts flapping
around in full view of the doctor and nurse. If he wasn't so sure he was
awake, he would of been certain that this was just a bad dream.

Of course, Dr. Yates and nurse Craft didn't help any; they were quite bold
in watching his flailing manhood. He tried to reassure himself that it was
all in his mind. Why would two grown women, both medical professionals,
care to see any part of him? It was just his own shyness playing tricks on
him: it had to be.

"Steven, your heart rate seems a little high," Dr. Yates said reading from
the terminal, "everything alright?"

"Yes ma'am." He said with a blush.

Dr. Yates wasn't blind though, she smiled kindly at him. "Try not to be
embarrassed just forget that you're naked." Steven had to grab on to the
rails to keep from tripping at her words. "And please, do be careful."
Steven decided to just nod, his mouth had gone too dry to speak. Luckily,
the running didn't last long. She had other things for him to do, and at
each one she would put a new set of electrodes on him. Each task was just
something you'd do if you were working out; pull ups, sit ups, leg lifts,
the usual. If it wasn't for the two women watching him so closely, the
electrodes, and the nudity it would have been a pretty normal workout.

After about an hour Dr. Yates decided it was time to give Steven a rest
and something to drink. By that time he was sweating and quite ready for
one. As he sat there drinking the orange juice nurse Craft had given him,
he started wondering - what was going to take so long he wouldn't get a
chance to swim with the rest of the team today. When Dr. Yates finished
filling in her paperwork and seemed about ready to start again, he decided
to ask.

"Excuse me ma'am, but what else do we have left to do?"

"Oh, not much really." Dr. Yates smiled. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering," he shrugged, "I was just thinking that if it didn't take
too long I could go swimming today."

"No. I'm sorry Steven. I doubt you'll get a chance today." She patted him
on the shoulder sympathetically. "What we do have left will take some
time. Besides, you might not feel so up to it afterwords."

"Why's that?" His voice a bit more tense than he'd meant it to be.

"Don't worry it won't hurt -- really."

"Yes ma'am." He said but didn't feel all that inclined to believe her.

"Let's first start by taking some blood." She said watching his reaction.
"You're not afraid of needles are you?"

"Oh, no ma'am." He said and prepared for the prick. Nurse Craft was very
gentle and he hardly felt it. He was glad that he didn't get dizzy like
usual.

"Good," Dr. Yates smiled reassuringly at him, "now all we have left is a
little scrapping from the back of your throat, the enema, prostate exam, a
few more samples and measurements, and we'll be all done." Something she
said ticked of an alarm in the back of his mind. He knew an enema and
prostate exam weren't a good thing, even though he wasn't sure what they
were.

"Excuse me," he said a with a little quiver in his voice, because he knew
he didn't really want to know the answer, "what's an enema? Or a prostate
exam?"

"Well, you see the prostate is a small gland in the male reproductive
system that holds semen before it's ejaculated." She grabbed a book from
one of the shelves and flipped to a picture of the male reproductive
system and pointed to the prostate. "Sometimes this gland can become
enlarged or infected so a doctor places a finger or two up the rectum and
presses upon it to make sure that it hasn't hardened. Does that make
sense?" She looked at his horrified look and had to turn back to her book
to hide the small giggle that was trying to escape. Steven didn't notice
though, he was too busy imagining the horror of having some young woman
put her fingers inside him.

Shaking himself back to the present Steven asked, "Do you really need to
do that?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I have to do it." Steven didn't like the gleam in her
eye. "Oh. And an enema is just an easy little procedure to clean your
intestines out. It may feel a little like a stomach ache, but it will
clean you out thoroughly. Now lets get you cleaned up so we can start."

Nurse Craft pulled Steven, slightly in shock, over to a large tub built
into one of the walls. After getting the water to the right temperature
she had Steven get in, and finished filling it. When she took some liquid
soap and put it onto a sponge, he expected her to give it to him but
instead she started washing his back and arms.

"I can wash myself ma'am." Steven said through a deep blush.

"Non-sense this is part of my job. Just relax and let me do it. I wouldn't
want to have to strap you down." Steven laughed at that, but he wasn't
sure if she was joking. She just gave him a little smile that said just
try and argue. Steven decided it would be better not to.

Actually, it turned out to be quite nice, but still totally embarrassing.
She seemed to have no shame and boldly washed every part of him. When she
reached down and grabbed hold of his balls and sponged them clean he
almost fainted. And, having a woman fondling him only brought other things
to attention that he would have rather not popped up. Nurse craft seemed
unperturbed by his arousal, and instead of letting him have it, she just
took a hold of it and washed it too. It was almost too much for him. He'd
never been touched there before. At the moment, just before he came, he
pulled away from her.

"Anything wrong?" She asked. Steven just blushed a deeper red and shook
his head. Nurse Craft gave another of her little laughs and said, "I
understand."

"Well, we better get you out and dried off." She said helping him to his
feet and started rinsing him off with a shower attachment on the bath
nozzle. Then she had him step out and dried him off. No matter how many
times he tried to do it himself, nurse Craft would just pull the towel
away from him and start doing it for him.

Once Steven was dry, nurse Craft dried out the tub and hung a large red
bag with a tube coming from it onto the handrail above. Then she slowly
filled the bag with something that looked like warm soapy water. Steven
was placed in the tub on hands and knees, and Dr. Yates came over to
supervise.

"I think he'll need a little lubricant to get the tube in so do that
first." Dr. Yates told the nurse.

Suddenly, Steven felt a cold substance on his rectum and instinctively
pulled away. "Now be a good boy and hold still for me Steven. I know it's
a little cold but it won't hurt. And, try not to tighten because then it
will hurt." Nurse Yates said as she rubbed his back slowly, reassuringly.
It was hard not to tense as she gently rubbed the lubricant around. Then
with a little force started pressing her lubricated finger into him.
Steven couldn't help fighting the intrusion. He would have pulled away,
but Dr. Yates was right there. She took hold of his shoulders a pushed him
back into place.

"Just relax." Dr. Yates whispered as she moved one hand so she could rub
his head calmingly, seating herself on the side of the tub.

With nurse Craft rubbing his back and Dr. Yates patting his head, Steven
felt more like a pet than a patient. But only a little. Most of his mind
was concentrating on the finger being forcefully thrust into him. It took
all his effort not to move, and just when he thought it was over, nurse
Craft slipped a second finger into him. Letting out a little yelp Steven
bit his lip and tried to pull away. He felt like he was being split open.
The doctor and nurse seemed prepared for his reaction. Nurse Craft held
tightly to his thigh to keep him from moving forwards while Dr. Yates
pushed him onto the waiting fingers and held him there with her hands on
his shoulders.

What made it even worse was the fact that his body was reacting to the
situation just the opposite of how he felt. Steven's cock was rigid and
bouncing around as he tried to adjust to the internal pressure. It was
scary being so out of control. He just wanted to leave and never see
either of these women again. How could he ever face them? What would they
think of him? Steven had to fight hard to keep the tears back. He'd never
been so humiliated in all his life.

"Done," nurse Craft said as she removed her fingers. It was a slight
reprieve from the loathing he felt inside. "There that wasn't so bad, was
it?" But Steven didn't answer he just stared at the white porcelain of the
tub. "Now I don't want you to worry about this," nurse Craft said as she
encircled the shaft of his penis (almost causing Steven to jump out of his
skin), "this is a typical reaction to stimulation of the prostate."

Steven wasn't sure whether to be relieved or to panic and bolt. Everything
was a confused jumble. Turmoil boiling over. Luckily, nurse Craft let him
go, though his cock still pulsed with excitement below him. Dr. Yates
tightened her grip on his shoulders either because she sensed his urge to
flight or because she knew what was about to happen. Either way it was
good for them that she had, because upon insertion of the hose Steven
tried his damnedest to get away. Nurse Craft had to bodily throw herself
over his back to keep him from fleeing. Even then, without the doctor
holding him firm and the slipperiness of the tub Steven would have been
gone.

"Calm down. Every thing's all right. Just calm down." Dr. Yates said
trying her best to sound calm and reassuring. After a minute of struggling
finally Steven calmed a bit, though a wild light glowed in his eyes, that
of a trapped animal. "Are you alright?" She asked while looking it those
scared eyes. Steven only had strength to nod. It was like his strength was
seeping away. All the emotions draining him, leaving him feeling empty and
hollow.

Taking his hand and settling herself in a more comfortable position Dr.
Yates pulled Steven partly over her lap, letting his head and chest rest
across her thighs. "Close your eyes," she said to him, and as he did she
started running her fingers through his hair, "that's a good boy. Just
rest here and relax." Nodding to her nurse to start the water she held
Steven, trying in her own way to make things alright for him. But, with
only a slight grunt he didn't really react to the water entering him.

Dr. Yates sat there and thought back, remembering the first time she had
been given an enema. It was scary and painful, but her mother was from the
old world and believed them necessary. She always hated receiving them,
but did enjoy helping her mother administer them to her little brother.
That feeling of empowerment had always stayed with her, and she
understood, that in part, it had something to do with her wish to
experiment on Steven. He was so like her brother, or what he would have
been like if he had been given a chance to grow up.

Shaking herself from the past Dr. Yates tried to watch for other signs of
panic or pain. She would have never thought Steven the type to react so
severely. But, she knew too little about the boy to make any assumptions.
Her only course was to be prepared for anything.

Steven just laid there trying to pretend he wasn't. As the nurse and
doctor mumbled to each other above his head, he didn't even try to listen.
Nothing was like he expected it to be. A new school, new friends - yes -
but this? How was he going to deal with life at Raven Wood  if he broke
down after the first two days?

Something clicked inside. He knew he was just going to have to deal with
it. This was just another medical exam after all: nothing to die of shame
over, nothing to freak out about, and best of all no one would know what
happened but the three of them.

Taking a few calming breaths, Steven felt better, though the pressure in
his abdomen was starting to make him feel weird and bloated. That's when
the first cramp hit.

Steven instinctively tried to hold his stomach, but Dr. Yates caught his
hands. "Just try and relax."

"But..." Steven stammered.

"You'll get a little cramping but if you just relax it'll pass. Holding it
in and tightening up will just make it last longer." She spoke softly
while keeping her grip tight on his wrists.

Just as he thought he couldn't take it any more, nurse Craft's soft hands
started rubbing softly at his distended belly. Blessedly the pain started
to subside. Letting out a sigh of relief, he relaxed and let his body rest
across Dr. Yates thighs again.

Letting go of his wrists when she was sure he wasn't going to start
fighting again, Dr. Yates placed a hand on his head. "When the next cramp
comes just tell us. You have to trust us. Do you trust us?"

"Yes ma'am." He said without thinking. His exhausted mind latching on to
the safety and comfort of those hands holding him, caressing him.

"Good boy," she said gently rubbing the back of his head. She could tell,
at that moment, he was going to be easier to deal with; in a small way he
had surrendered to them.

Nurse Craft signaled that the enema bag was empty. Giving her a nod, the
doctor held Steven still as the nurse began to remove the nozzle from him.
Steven just moaned slightly but seemed finally resigned to his fate. They
let him hold it for fifteen minutes, massaging away the cramps and 
tending to his emotions, before the doctor let nurse Craft take over.

"Now it's time to get rid of all that excess fluid." Nurse Craft said
jovially. "Your going to have to clench really hard to keep it all in
until we reach the toilet. Can you do that?" Waiting for the cursory nod
she helped Steven up and out of the tub.

The change in position had Steven grinding his teeth as another cramp hit
him. The nurse kept him moving slowly, though he wanted to run, to a
little toilet cordoned off by curtains. As soon as he sat down the
pressure to release was almost unbearable, but the thought of doing this
in front of two women was even worse. Holding back the dam inside him was
the hardest thing he'd ever done.

"Is there something wrong?" Dr. Yates asked looking a bit concerned. But
Steven said nothing as a flush ran up his face.

"I think he might wish a little privacy, is that it?" Nurse Craft said
wisely. Steven just gave a quick nod as he cast his eyes to the floor
trying to think of anything but his exploding bowels. With a quick sigh,
Dr. Yates nodded and they both walked away.

At soon as they were out of sight Steven let loose everything. It was like
a flood, and not just one but over and over again, bursts of rancid
smelling liquid and chunks of unknown material came hurtling out. His
earlier embarrassment was nothing to this. The sounds, the smells - it was
horrible. And it wasn't a quick embarrassment either. Every time he
thought it was finally over a pain would hit him and more would come
rushing out. He wanted to cry, he felt so humiliated, but that would have
just added to it even more.

After half an hour he was sure everything was out, but after a quick
glance he saw nothing to clean himself. "Finished?" He heard from the
other side of the curtain, and he so wanted to die. "Yes, ma'am," he said
his voice almost as weak as he felt. Nurse Craft appeared around the
curtain gloved and holding a box of wet wipes. She had him lean forward
and insisted on cleaning him herself. He felt like a baby, and an
extremely humiliated one at that.

Once clean nurse Craft lead him to a table where the doctor was waiting on
them. She too was gloved, and had him lean over the side of the bed with
his arms stretch forward. Dr. Yates positioned herself behind him as the
nurse took hold of his arms from the other side. "Now I'm going to proceed
with the prostate exam. Steven this will feel similar to what Nurse Craft
did earlier so just try to relax."

That did nothing to make Steven feel better as the doctor started lubing
his rectum. It was hard not to clench as she started her slow entrance
into him. "Just relax," she kept repeating like some kind of mantra, but
it was doing him no good. He tightened as each joint, each millimeter of
her long finger probed into him. He felt as if she were  jabbing his
insides, no matter how slowly or gently she was going. And then the tickle
hit him. It wasn't a normal tickle, it was more like a flash of sensation
through his entire body.

Of course, that instant of sensation didn't go away, it just ebbed, until
that evil finger inside him moved again. His erection was instantaneous,
and completely unbidden. And the shudder that ran through him almost made
him stand up to leave, finger or no.

When he looked up trying to relax, as the doctor tormented him from the
inside, he couldn't help noticing the secretive little smile on nurse
Craft's face as she watched him. Their eyes met and her smile deepened.
Another quiver ran through him, but this time because the head of his
penis twitched against the cold metal side of the bed. Thankfully he felt
the finger slide out of him, but he couldn't look up from the bed. He knew
exactly why his penis twitched. His whole body was flushing from the
knowledge, that his body belonged to them.

He was no longer the one in charge of his body, or its reactions. They
were playing him like an instrument, emotionally and physically. That
realization frightened him, but the really terrifying thing was that urge,
that burning unyielding urge to let them.

Steven almost didn't hear the doctor ask him to get up onto the table, as
his mind whirled around those thoughts. He didn't even notice the straps
until he heard the metal snaps clamp shut, then reality was more than
enough to concentrate on. "What the...," he said as he tried to pull his
hands free from the sides of the bed. He knew that he had crawled up onto
the bed and put his legs into the stirrups without thinking. But this...?
Something was just wrong.

"Why did you strap me down?" Steven almost yelled in panic, noticing too
late that the doctor had fastened his legs in as he struggled to get his
hands free.

"Calm down Steven, trust me." Dr. Yates said as she stepped beside him and
let her middle finger trail up his chest.

"Trust you? You just tied me up! How am I suppose to trust you?"

"Let me explain." After a few seconds of watching him struggle, she took
his chin and turned his face towards her, "Let me explain." Steven stopped
tugging and waited hoping for a good explanation. "You see, your mother
agreed to allow me to use you for some research. Nothing dangerous or
harmful, just a bit of data collection really." Pausing she looked deep
into his eyes, "But I'm not sure you'll be pleased about what data I'm
collecting."

"What data are you collecting?" The words slipping from his mouth.

Dr. Yates just smiled, "I'm collecting data on the male adolescent
reproductive system."

"You don't mean..." Steven squeaked.

"Yes, I'm afraid I do." She said patting his shoulder. "I'm checking
volume of semen production and hormone levels mostly."

"You can't!" He choked. "Please, you just can't."

"It won't be that bad, really." Nurse Craft leaned down and whispered in
his ear. "I'll be very gentle."

"I'm sorry Steven, but this was agreed to." Dr. Yates said gently.

"But not by me!" He panted.
Dr. Yates moved purposefully between his legs, "Lets not drag this out.
Nurse."  Grabbing a beaker from off a shelf nurse Craft handed it to the
doctor who was already spreading a clear gel over her gloved hands. "Just
relax and try not to think about it. It'll be over before you know it."

Slowly the doctor wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock. Bolts of
sensual energy crackled in Steven's brain as she methodically started
pumping him. The whole situation reeked of fantasy except the underlying
horror that this was really happening to him. That he was being
masturbated by a female doctor and her nurse. That he could do nothing but
enjoy the ride, if that was even possible.

What was even worse was that he was already on the edge. He could feel
that inexplicable pressure building inside, ready to jettison all his
waiting seed. But it wasn't just the hands, the watching eyes - it was the
whole situation. That loss of control. That unyielding want for them to
take him. He wanted it all to go away - it wasn't him!

He yelled, "No!," through clenched teeth as the first jet of cum splashed
into the waiting beaker. Eyes closed, hands clenched, toes curled, his
body surrendered to wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Jets of semen
filled the bottom of the beaker as the last few twitches of his cock
subsided.

At the same time his mind reeled against any notion of surrender, trying
vainly to crush those parts of himself he felt were not really him.
They're just illusions of the situation he told himself. None of those
thoughts were his own. Just fabricated emotions, manipulated into place by
Nurse Craft and Dr. Yates. They had to be!

Steven didn't open his eyes as he lay there panting. Finally it was over.
He could go back to being normal. He'd never have to face those dark
emotions again. At least if he had anything to say about it.

"That was very good Steven." Nurse Craft whispered in his ear, causing him
to jump a little in his straps and open his eyes. "Now you just rest while
I clean you up."

"Will you let me go now?" He asked, almost pleading.

"I'm sorry honey, but not yet." She shook her head kindly, "We still have
some measurements to take, and another sample."

"Again!" He sighed closing his eyes and let his body go limp in his bonds.
It was almost too much to bear.

"Yes, just one more and you'll be free to go and rest." Dr. Yates spoke
from nearby. "Nurse, I'll leave this to you while I go prepare this sample
and store it." Steven opened his eyes just in time to see her leaving the
room.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Nurse Craft smiled as she took a warm
washcloth from a nearby sink and started to wipe the sweat from his body.
Then quite gently she cleaned his genitals of gel and ejaculate.

Steven closed his eyes and said under his breath, "This has to be a
nightmare."

"Try not to think of it that way," she said leaning down to give him a
lopsided hug. "You'll get use to it. And its not really all that bad."

"Use to it?" The words rolled off his tongue like death. "What do you mean
use to it?"

Nurse Craft gave him a sympathetic smile, "You see once a month the doctor
will want readings on your sperm count and testosterone levels. That is
after a week of chastity of course. She wants your counts to be at their
maximum. It's what the measurements are for, your chastity belt."

"Chastity belt?" Steven giggled, more from hysteria than humor. "Those are
for women right?"

"No, they have male chastity belts too. Once we get the measurement we'll
be ordering one for you. You'll be required to wear it the week before
each sample. So it shouldn't be too onerous."

Steven started to laugh as tears trickled from the sides of his eyes. "It
is a nightmare. Its all just a nightmare."

Using the back of a finger nurse Craft wiped some of the tears away. "I'm
sorry Steven but its not." Giving a small kiss to his forehead, "But
you're going to be fine. Just remember that we're all going to take care
of you."

Steven closed his eyes and exhaustion overtook him, slipping into an
uneasy sleep.

It was the cool smooth hands running over his chest that pulled him awake.
Nurse Craft smiled down at him. "I let you sleep for a little bit, but we
need to finish up. Then you can go rest in your own bed." Steven just
nodded knowing that there was nothing he could do yet anyway.

Smiling the nurse slipped between the stirrups and started manipulating
his groin. Her hands delicately pulling life into his flaccid member. But
his cock didn't receive all the attention, she also pulled tenderly at his
balls kneading them with her hands. Before she was done Steven was as hard
or harder then he had ever been. Slipping a long measuring tape from her
pocket she started noting all his private dimensions. It was erotic, but
totally embarrassing.

Steven knew he wasn't the largest guy around; in fact he's measured
himself before to see how he compared. But, all in all he was just
average. Maybe a bit thicker around than most, but still basically
average. It worried him, did he measure up?

"Everything seems fine here," she said slipping the measuring tape back
into her pocket. "Now lets get that last sample." Steven's cock stiffened
at her words after flagging a bit with thoughts of being too small. Nurse
Craft didn't put on gloves like Dr. Yates had and didn't use gel. Instead
she spit into her hand and used that as lubrication.

'Its like having her mouth around me,' a part of Steven's mind intoned in
shock, causing his cock to pulse even harder. A smile, a knowing smile
rippled across nurse Crafts face as she watched him, like she knew his
thoughts. Turning away he tried not to think about it, but trying just
kept his mind on those thoughts. His cock pulsed harder. The sound of a
beaker being lifted from the metal cart, her knowing what he was thinking,
and what it was doing to him, tossed him over the edge - helpless like a
life blowing in the wind. And for a second time that day he exploded into
the awaiting beaker.

As his muscles slowly unknotted and the last of his semen dripped into the
waiting vessel, a part of him was sad it was over. Steven quickly ground
that part of him down as he waited to be released. Nurse Craft took the
beaker to a table, marked it, then came back and released the straps.
Steven literally jumped to his feet, grabbed his robe from the stand it
was hang on, and wrapped it around him like armor.

"May I go now?" He asked without looking at the nurse.

"Just give me a moment and I'll walk you back to your room."

"May I walk back alone ma'am." He saw her about to protest, "I can find my
own way." Nurse Craft nodded and Steven shot from the room. He remembered
the back path and the stairs leading right up to his room. He saw a few
girls in the hall but didn't stop to acknowledge anyone as he ran into his
room closed and locked the door. As he flopped down on the bed mentally
and physically worn, he knew, beyond a doubt, that he had to escape.

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